Before it seems possible, it's September.

I know it's September because for my wife’s birthday I try to buy her a ring I bought for her 5 years ago.

It’s a nice ring.   

And Tony Heyl at A Silver Lining offered me a great deal. Then he reminds me of my previous attempt to buy the same ring.   He compliments my good taste. 

Maybe a hormone shift comes with September, manifested in more frequent forgetfulness and things misplacement. 

I have no evidence to support my belief that this is linked to a preoccupation with hurricanes and barometric pressure fluctuations, but I’m accumulating data.

It takes a little longer for me to process things in September.  For example, I believe there is less activity in front of Tumbler Island this time of year.  

Maybe it depends on where you look from. But I sense a change in the air. And like it or not, September arrives just in time to confirm it.